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A piece of paper flutters down, seemingly from no where. On it, it reads the following:
If you're reading this, there is a reason. Everything is connected. It all happens for a purpose. There is power that you know little of, and those who do often wield it oddly. They can hold the instrument, but can not create music with it, only use it to bludgeon others in the name of peace...or power.
There are those that disagree, many breach off, leave, perhaps finding their own paths. I however, am a path finder. I can hear the beat of the galaxy and play my own instrument to add to it, or detract...the woman infront of you is going to drop her datapad...pick it up for her, break the flow and start a new course.
This time, a voice takes over the dialogue...
Low and behold the woman in front of you is beautiful, you pick up her datapad and notice it's a treatise you yourself were reading...a conversation ensues. That conversation leads to an exchange of contact information which leads to a date, which leads to a relationship, years of happiness, struggle, life. Finally a child...that child goes out to affect the world. It's all chained together...
That is the way I work. That is my purpose. I am a pathfinder. I create things, I destroy them...out of that destruction there comes new creations. Perhaps there are others like me...I found this calling, these truths by journeying. Not without but within, meditations when I was young done with my father, who was himself a bit different than most jedi. I think he resisted his calling. He couldn't break the flow...but I stepped out and live this life now. I hear the beat of the galaxy and work within it. Subtley so most don't know I'm there, unless of course I leave notes...(laughter)
My name is Nathaniel...and perhaps I can help you on your mission...if I find it worthwhile.
My philosophy isn't simple, but complex it is not. It requires simply that you listen well enough to hear it. Everything is connected, downward spirals are just chain reactions. What started out as a spilled coffee can lead to the deaths of ten or twenty people, just as easily as a rocket aimed purposely at a building, or busy road.
My take on emotion is much the same, all creating and changing the world infront of you, everyday and hardly any see it. A man has a weakness, he's flawed. That flaw leads him to guilt, the guilt leads him to shame. The shame he covers up with pride and vanity. When pride fails, despair takes over and they all lead to destruction. What will become his fate? Something's got to stop the flow...and that is my task.
